Show Me

I’ve been thinking all day about a quote Liz Gilbert posted this morning – “Show me all the parts of you that you do not love so I know where to begin.’’
 
I’ve been thinking about it because I just asked myself this question yesterday. Or rather, a friend posed it to me. I was on her acupuncture table being treated for my injured foot. She asked me, ‘’if you asked your foot what is going on, what it feels like, what would it say?’’ Immediately I had the image of being caged. Immediately.
 
She asked me, ‘’who are you in the cage?’’ “I’m the prisoner’’ I responded in the same breath. As I write this my foot tingles with pain.
 
I’m a caregiver, a first responder, I serve others. Since that moment yesterday I’ve desired to sit down with my foot and just hear it out. To give my foot (ahem… my self) the attention I give to others every day ~ “Tell me, love. Tell me, sweetheart, how are you caged?” In the busy-ness of the day, I haven’t yet. It’s now past 11p and I’m not done with my day, so I’m saying to this part of me, ‘’I’m here, listening, I promise to give you my whole listening heart. Soon. Very soon.”
 
So I’m struck, thinking back to Liz Gilbert’s post – struck that my foot has so much to say. And honestly, I’m getting teary just thinking about writing this….honestly, it’s like I don’t want to hear it out. I don’t want to know where it’s caged, how it’s caged. It’s going to mean I have to do something. Love these parts of me that are caged. Make changes that I can already feel are filtering in to me just because I opened to the possibility of listening.
 
AmAZing! I open to the possibility of changing and I’m changing. Damn.
 
So I don’t have any miraculous event to report here. I just have my process. The one I’m in, not the one I’ve completed. It’d feel more satisfying to have it all wrapped up in a bow about what I learned and what I’d like to teach about. But nope. Not where I am right now. And who knows? Maybe in the next few days I’ll report back about this. Maybe. What I do know is that I’m listening.